The Districts

Okay, so this one isn’t AS annoying or nightmarish as the previous dates.  There are definitely some cringe worthy moments ahead.  But I felt the date was more so unorganized (which can be fun if its not the following) and sort of inconsiderate on his behalf.  Also, becomes a little like Mr. Washington.

This is one of the bay dates. aka that west coat bullshit I been on lately.  I live in east bay, aka, outside of San Francisco.  To date someone in the city, kind of just well…sucks.  Its not close, its more likely you’ll take the train to and fro, and well I already do that 5 times a week, twice a day.  Why would I want to do that on my days off too? Because I know damn well going into this, city people don’t make the effort to go out to east bay.  Ok so that rant aside. Lets dive in.

I went into the city to meet up with Mr. Entrepreneur (side note: every dude in the city is either this or a tech nerd) and yes I googled how the eff to spell entrepreneur. dumb fucking word, get a real job. He meets me at the train station, how romantic.  The plan was to go to Korean BBQ over in Korea town and then bowling.  Two things I VERY much enjoy, so I obviously picked what we were doing.  Little did I know, we were only doing half of this date.  So we ubered over to the Korean BBQ spot because it was well away from the train station.  Dinner is fine, small talk about family blahblahblah no one cares gimmie dat food.  Check comes…he suggests we split it. ugh again…I don’t expect men to pay for me ALWAYS or ALL THE TIME but damn the first fucking date my dude?? okay we split it, I’m an adult and can pay for dates.  eye roll.  We exit, and across the street is some little Korean mall situation.  He wants to go ‘explore’ it…NOT PART OF THE DATE keep on track here!! So we go ‘explore’ aka walked around a DEAD mall with three stores open (its 7pm) we leave and I ask where the bowling ally is. He tells me he has a better idea.

lets go to a karaoke bar.  hey. lets fucking not?

SO OFF WE GO.  lets keep in mind. this is a first date situation, and for those men reading that have never been on a date in their lives, women usually try to ‘dress to impress’.  So I have like 3 inch heeled boots on, and jackass over here decides were going to WALK to the karaoke bar from Korea town.  I’m new to the city, I have zero idea where everything is in relation to each other. holy shit yall.  We walked over EVERY district in the city. Financial, tenderloin, mission. All of them. I got a full tour of everything I’d never want a tour of in my life. In February. In heels.  I’m not sure if you know either, but San Francisco was literally made on the part of earth where mother nature got wasted and did the wave 1000 times.  HILLS IN EVERY DIRECTION. We walked SO much, that my damn fit bit, CONGRADUATED me on a 47 minute workout!! My heart rate was at 156, and for those that don’t work out…a resting heart rate is around 56-68….so yeah we was hauling ass up and down hills.

So, and hour and fifteen or so later…we get to A karaoke bar, not the one he usually goes to apparently but its still a ‘good one’ Its like a Thursday by the way.  So I expected some people to be in there to at least watch? OH NO wrong again. There were three dudes at one table, some old red neck dude, and some plastered white chick.  Listen, when I say I only go out with the classiest dudes…this should be a sign that I am lying.  So he goes ‘we should just get one drink at least, it could be fun to watch them’

ohmygosh where is the closest BART station….

Everyone’s basically switching on and off signing.  The women sang some satanic song, we looked it up and its really old and I wish I could remember the song. The Three dudes did typical boy band stuff and the red neck guy, just straight country.  While having our drinks, I tried to down mine as quick as possible. one and done baby. He starts a random conversation about how when boys are just boys, they are obsessed with boobs.  But when they become men, they realize its the booty, that’s where its at.  So men love butts and boys love boob. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION.

yeahhhh so about then I said that I need to get back in order to catch an appropriately timed train.  So we leave, I thought we would uber back…after my three inch heeled hike…but no…we walked……………20 minutes through more sketchy districts to the station.  I get to the station and give him a quick hug and run down the stairs. Catch the train.  He texted me the next day saying he wants to hang out again.  I told him well I’m working the rest of the week. Factual.  So a few days go by, random hellos here and there.  He texted me one night, I’m closing, if he can hang out.  I said, yeah uh like I said, I’m working. This is where Mr. Washington like attitude comes in. He texted me saying ‘I can’t date someone I can only see once a week, are you going to make time for me or what?”

oh Christ. I either get dirt bags that want to just sleep with me and ghost me, or completely obsessive dudes after spending 5 hours with me?! Isn’t there an in-between out there??

So I told him straight up, that he was getting way head of himself. We went on one date, and yes I have a job…crazy?? So some weeks, people will only see me once…yes. And if someone in the city isn’t willing to come out to east bay, well fuck you’re never gonna see me because I’m way past the point in my life where I always went to the guy.  Needless to say, I never heard from him again after that. I don’t think I even blocked him or anything, just stopped talking. it was nice.